love it
Bathing a Baby You are like a bunch of flowers then a loaf of bread that laughs and then a stone that the water loves. Your head rocks in my hand knowingly. Water is your element, elemental are your eyes, your eyes elude me and always will. I lift you to me, wet like a rinsed vegetable I have tasted before but cannot get enough of. Your juice stays in my shirt for hours. |
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